Woke up at 730 to the sound of a chain saw. On the lake. Now, I don't mind waking up at 730 at all, but a chain saw is an unpleasant sound at any time of day or night. So, I got up and got the dogs out on the dock to go for their walk when I found that source of the noise. It was a weedeater cutting down all of our blackberries just as they were getting ready to ripen. And all of the horsetail just as it was getting really pretty. Wild rose bushes cut way back just as the rose hips were getting ready to pluck. Whose idea was this?
I found moorage at ome of marinas that I'd ultimately be moored at and contacted the marina manager. Turns out he's the same guy who ran the marina I left because he doesn't like dogs. He doesn't like dogs at the new marina either. He wanted to know my thoughts. So, I told him. I'm not taking it off my list. I figure he won't be the manager forever and there are two others on my list. And in the meantime, I like it just fine where I'm at. It's just not my absolute ideal. So, I'll dream and wait and be happy where I'm at.
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